Today is my anniversary so today's chapter is postponed until Thursday. The chapter needs edit time and I have been busy planning the evening with my wonderful wife. All the married readers out there understand priorities.Also, today is the Pen and Cape Society's birthday. Yes, it released on my anniversary. Luckily, we tested it a few weeks before launch and I knew it would work. Many authors on the site are running giveaways now so go take a look.Back to the anniversary and see you Thursday!

He could feel the cold floor pressing against his cheek when he opened his eyes. Whiteness, everything was white in the room, except for the old style television set playing in the corner and the man sitting motionless in the chair in front of it. A similar chair sat empty next to him.Michael recognized this place. He visited it earlier when Alaina came to him before he woke up in a forest in the middle of nowhere Michigan. But now he was back here again.“What am I doing here?” Michael asked the man watching television, the man who looked like him but with a fuller jaw line, shorter hair,...

Michael glanced up to the nearest hovering helicopter as he sprinted away from his hiding location. He noticed several dark figures rappelling from the helicopter that Terrorvolt just exited. More were likely coming from the other helicopter that moved into a position out of view. All of the departing figures carried weapons slung over their shoulder and appeared wearing customized Harris armor. Somehow, the criminals had their own version of the JTF’s best mundane protection. The Enhanced birdman still circled the site and another Enhanced raced through the forest. By the noise he made and the various...

Michael could hear the helicopters before he saw them. A quick flick of the wrist and a thought created a portal on top of a nearby tree and its mate in front of him. His powers had increased exponentially during his time in the JTF, he finally had control over the portals and could move them around at-will. The portal on the treetop spun around slowly, like a periscope, until he spotted the approaching aircraft far off against the horizon.The whup whup whup of the rotor blades echoed through the forest when he noticed the black-silhouetted helicopters, two of them, against the brighter moonlit...

It's been quiet on the website for the last few weeks and that's a problem. I think I'm finally ready to push forward again, but I'll explain what has been happening.Over the last few months, I've been working on a new online training course that was supposed to be six to eight seat hours. However, when I received the storyboards, I knew immediately that the course would be much longer than that. After several heated discussions with the designers, I pushed forward into development. And that's where the problems started. I was missing images, content, key information, basically, everything needed...

“Five minutes, everyone,” Screaming Eagle shouted over the headset for Enhanced riding in both helicopters and the mundane pilots. She barked the orders sharply to remind the others that Herr Metall placed her in charge of the mission due to her power set and command ability. Most of the Enhanced riding in the helicopters had long criminal histories of violence and rarely worked with others, but the money Herr Metall offered for the capture of this Michael Larson was too much for anyone to decline.Herr Metall must have a powerful psychic on his payroll, Eagle decided, there was no other way he could...

As his car raced up I-69, the lights of Indianapolis and the suburban fortresses behind him, Maze glanced at his watch. The JTF just realized that Michael had disappeared. He imagined all hell was breaking loose at Butler and he would need to restudy the JTF patterns when he returned, but now he needed to focus all his power north where the most powerful being on the planet wandered around in a Michigan forest.Maze’s phone buzzed with a new notification. The phone was custom-made and designed to work off the normal phone grid to prevent the government from tracking him down using nearby phone...

“Let me through,” shouted Director Thorton as he pushed his way into the high-security block. “Get out of the way.”The Director wore grey sweatpants with a white undershirt and maroon jacket, completely mismatched and obvious alerted while in bed. He made good time to the JTF jail beating out everyone else who was not assigned to the night watch.“Someone better have some answer as to why this jail cell is empty,” Director Thorton shouted at the JTF staff, some armored, some not. “Where the hell is my prisoner?”Thorton stared at the weapon pointed at the bed in the cell. Several...

“Michael.”“Michael,” the voice repeated in a sing-song voice. Michael Larson remained motionless on his prison bunk and tried to focus on the blackness and silence.“Michael, wake up, sleepy-head. It’s a new day for you.”“Go away, Vengeance,” Michael murmured. “I don’t want to listen to your bullshit today.”The voice giggled in a high-pitched laugh before a slender hand touched Michael’s shoulder.“That psycho running around in your brain? I’m not him, my sweet Michael. In fact, he and that other one are tucked away for now and won’t bother you again.”“What?”...